King Cake Baby.
Today is a lazy day. Shocking, I know. As I told Lydia, and, later, Python Lady, I am remarkably content today. I have not swallowed a canary, it is just a beautiful day. ‘Nuff said.
I am reading about King Cake Baby, a person in an oversized baby costume. The designer of the costume says that only in New Orleans could King Cake Baby be beloved.
Beloved is probably too strong a word.
Everything that is offbeat, weird, different and unpredictable thrives in New Orleans. “I think that’s why it worked, because it’s not a traditional all-American town. You almost need a passport to come to New Orleans if you live in America because it’s just a different culture.”
It is a different culture with a different set of priorities. I think this every time I come back to the city after venturing out into the real world. Live in New Orleans long enough and you will be spoiled. You will not be able to live anywhere else. LA is not L.A.